Little Naughty "Short Story"

rogue

The author is rough November 26, 2009

Teacher Zhang's life is now happier than that of a god.

Now he can go for a walk by the beach every day and eat fresh vegetables that have not been polluted.

He made many good friends and even climbed a relative. A little boy from the next door neighbor's house would stick to him as soon as he saw him. He took a bite of a grandfather and called him sweet in his heart. He really regarded him as a grandson now.

His face was rosy and his steps were brisk, which showed that his body was gradually getting better.

His previous life was not as fulfilling as it is now.

He used to live in the provincial city, listening to loud voices every day and sucking in the exhaust of cars. In addition to writing his memoirs, the days he lived every day were nothing more than breakfast flatbread fritters, a bowl of noodles under Chinese food, dinner or the next bowl of noodles, watching TV when bored, and going to bed when he was sleepy.

He lived alone and there was no one to take care of him. His son's family went out to earn a living, thousands of miles away. His old partner died of illness two years before he retired.

He was only sixty-two years old, but he had already suffered two strokes.

The first was a small stroke, when his wife was still alive. The second stroke almost killed him.

That morning he went out on the street, suddenly felt a bout of discomfort, and then fell to the ground. If someone hadn't called for a life-saving car, I'm afraid he would have been dead long ago.

"Thanks to me!" Teacher Yu said.

At a gathering of old colleagues, colleagues said that Teacher Zhang's appearance was much better than before. Teacher Yu listened, and then triumphantly patted Teacher Zhang's shoulder: "My magic is boundless, creating a new life for you!" ”

Of course, Teacher Zhang knows this. But in his mouth, he just wouldn't say it. The more he refused to say it, the more Teacher Yu would try to force him to say it.

They were old colleagues who had been teaching at a key middle school and had been partners for decades. They are both good friends and old enemies. As soon as they get together, they will immediately start fighting and playing with the bar.

"Look, listen to me well, right?" Teacher Yu said.

Yes, but he shouldn't always say that. Teacher Zhang knew that he was trying to give him a wake-up call. He sought to prove that not every one of his proposals was a bad idea.

Whenever he came up with a new idea, even if it was a good idea, Teacher Zhang still wanted to disparage him and ridicule him. "Another dirty idea." Teacher Zhang always said to him so dismissively.

"Say, in the beginning, why did you push three or four blocks?" He said to Teacher Zhang. "You stay at home alone, and if you get sick and die, no one will know!"

He was hospitalized for a stroke and his life was in danger, and colleagues and friends visited him. He said to him at the time, "You might as well move in, live with me, or have a care." ”

Teacher Yu's hometown is by the sea, and he returned there after retirement. There was his old house and many clans.

In Teacher Zhang's heart, he was actually willing to move in with him, but in his mouth, he always said not to move. He knows Teacher Yu's temper, and the more you refuse to move, the more he will force you to move.

After he said it many times, Teacher Zhang pretended to be helpless and reluctant and said to him: "Alas, I can't help you, just move!" ”

In the self-reserved land of Teacher Yu's house, many seasonal vegetables were planted. At the market not far from home, you can buy seafood that is so fresh that it is said to be able to eat raw.

Teacher Yu's wife, the wife who was so thick that she was almost a fool, treated him like a VIP every day.

But Teacher Zhang never praised them or said a word of thanks to them.

He's not a pedantic old antique. He just felt the words of praise and thanks, and there was no way to get them out of his mouth. He felt impatient to say that to his old friend.

He knew that The people of Mr. and Mrs. Yu were impeccable, but he always wanted to pick out faults in them.

But he picked and chose, but he still couldn't fault his elder brother and sister-in-law, so he "transferred" his "dissatisfaction" to a little boy in their next-door neighbor's house.

The little boy next door neighbor looked a little over three years old and wore open crotch pants.

He shaved a very interesting head. The middle and front of his little head were shaved off, but on the left and right sides, there was a small handful of ridiculous peach heart-shaped hair.

He had lived there for less than a week, and he had become acquainted with him. He pestered him to tell stories and slept in his bed at night.

In fact, he didn't want him to sleep with him. He hoped the adults in his family would carry him back. He was particularly naughty, jumping down and jumping up again, stepping on the bed full of small footprints, causing the sister-in-law to wash the sheets every day.

At night I was going to get him up and pee. If he forgot, he would have wet on the bed.

This trouble was over, but one night, Teacher Zhang was so angry that he couldn't bear it.

It was in the middle of the night, and he felt the wetness on his belly, and in his confusion he thought it was raining. But he didn't think right! How did this rain how hot it was? He opened his eyes and looked, and his lungs were about to explode! This little thing was in the middle of the bed, two fresh lotus-like calves resting on his belly, and his peanut-sized chicken was grunting out of the water!

He cried out in anger. Teacher Yu rushed to hear the sound and laughed a lot when he saw it. He said to him with pity, "It's a pity!" It's a pity! It's a pity he didn't aim at your mouth. It is a pity that the boy urine is a big supplement and wasted.

There, everyone called him Lao Zhang, and he followed suit. His mother said to him, adults can call, you are a child, you can't call it that. But he was unwilling to change his mouth, and he still shouted in a loud voice.

He frightened him, he said. If you call me Lao Zhang again, I will call you a mouse. He was stunned for a moment, and he didn't speak for half a moment. Perhaps he felt that rats were the brains of thieves, not good things, so he proposed a compromise solution.

"Then shall I call you Lord?" he asked.

He asked him why? He said because you're older than my mom and dad!

He thought about it for a moment and thought it was okay. The words "old" and "姥" are consonant. If you can't be a grandfather, you will be a grandfather!

Hundreds of steps in front of the door, there is a big lake. Sometimes after lunch, Teacher Zhang would carry a shell basket and a suitcase full of fishing gear and run there to fish.

He was going to follow again that day. Teacher Zhang originally wanted to avoid him, but he still found him. This child is more clever than a thief. On the back of his head, Teacher Zhang dared to conclude that he must also have a pair of small eyes.

He was like a brown candy, glued to the back of his ass, and couldn't shake it off. He really didn't want him to follow. He always peed or threw debris into the fish pond, and he would scare the fish away.

He was a big kid, not only did he not want to be hugged, but he always grabbed a suitcase with him. The suitcase and fishing tackle, which his son had specially prepared for him, were a complete set, very heavy. He had no choice but to carry him along.

He's just pretending, and the weight is all on him. He doesn't want him to help, he's blind to help, to help, to help more and more. He felt that in fact, he was still carrying it alone, but it was more labor-saving.

The edge of the fish pond was too wet. He was afraid that his shoes would get muddy, so he went barefoot. He imitated it when he saw it. He was afraid that he would slip and fall when he ran barefoot, so he shouted at him loudly. But he said on the condition that either you let me fish as well.

There was nothing he could do but give him a titanium fishing rod. The fishing rod was light and short, and it suited him well.

But he had no patience at all. He kept lifting the hook to see if there were any fish. He was angry and funny. You keep getting the fishing rod all the time, where do the fish have time to bite the hook!

He suddenly remembered the story of the kitten fishing, so he told him about it. But when he heard it, he thought he was laughing at him and threw his fishing rod into the fishing pond.

Oh my God, this fishing rod is very advanced, very expensive, how do you say that you lost it! Fortunately, he didn't have much strength and threw it too far, so he quickly found a branch to pull.

After retrieving the rod, he was so angry that he put away his tackle and went home.

He saw him ignoring him, and his face was sad. He didn't look back at him, but heard his little feet, "snapping, snapping," following him.

At dinner, the little boy did not go over to him. Usually at this time, he would climb on his lap.

He had done something wrong, he had lost his temper again, and probably wouldn't have come tonight, he thought to himself.

But in the middle of the night, Teacher Yu pushed open the door and came in. They smiled with their mouths open and looked silly. He asked what's the matter? They said it was all right, just the little boy was in trouble.

He sat up at once and asked what had happened to the child? They yelled out the door, "Come in!" Still shy? ”

The woman next door, holding the little boy, walked in and said, "I'm really sorry to bother you so late!" ”

"He won't sleep." The woman said, "He said Grandpa didn't like him anymore!" Don't want him anymore! ”

"Yeah, who made him do bad things?" he said. He pretended to be angry. But he soon couldn't fit in. He saw his mouth clenched, as if he were about to cry, so he immediately changed his tone. He said to him, "But if you're willing to say 'I'm sorry,' Grandpa will still like you." ”

Sure enough, he said it right away. If it had been before, he wouldn't have said it. The more you let him say it, the more he won't say it.

"How is this stinky temper of his so similar to mine?" Teacher Zhang lost his voice and laughed.

"This kid always loves to be with me, and he's broken!" He thought, "The so-called near Zhu is red and close to the ink is black, and this statement will never be wrong again." ”

The little boy buried his head in his mother's neck and said vaguely in a voice as light as a mosquito' sound, "Grandpa, I'm sorry." ”

He took the opportunity to propose to him two conditions, one is not allowed to wet the bed, the other is not allowed to jump around in the bed, he happily agreed. But he also put forward a condition, that is, to tell him a story.

He said okay, just talk about it.

In fact, he didn't have many stories to tell him, so he had to follow the story.

Fortunately, he was just a little fart, making up some stories like Grandma Wolf, maybe it was easy to send off.